Title:
This Sort of BehaviorAuthor:
Hiko MokushiPairing:
Hatake Kakashi x Haruno SakuraRating:
GDisclaimer:
Kishimoto-sensei owns Naruto.Summary: It was her time to be comforted by the touch of another.

Author
Notes:
Well, yea. Just kinda random. Didn't really fit into either of
what I wanted in 30romances
or 50scenes.

Her
father had often tried to rest his hand on her head.

She
was his child, his baby girl, the little one that he wanted to
protect and dote upon. So what if she didn't like that his hand
was heavy and made her neck hurt? When she was close enough for him
to drop his palm casually onto her head and pretend she was an
armrest, then she was always close enough for him to keep her safe.

It
felt odd not to have that same comforting, ever-present person at her
side, ever-present weight against her head.

Her
mother had often tried to kiss her in public.

How
many times she'd had to run into the bathroom and wet a paper towel
to wipe lips from her cheeks. She was an adult, she was not a child!
"You'll always be my little girl" was the woman's
effervescent motto and she'd just laugh, eyes twinkling as she
winked to everyone present that her little one was growing up so
fast.

She
ached to be able to glance into a mirror again and see the smudged
crimson of lipstick on her face.

Naruto
often tried to hug her.

There
was something in his grasping hands that had compelled her to pull
away. He was too clingy, he was too dirty; he often tried to cop a
feel without even meaning to. She'd often wondered if it was
because of his lack of physical contact as a child. Who had been
there to hold him, touch him, love him?

She
let him embrace her, glad that even though she struggled internally,
she could provide him some comfort.

Lee
often tried to hold her hand.

He
was a loser, she'd said that from the beginning, and rather a
little of a freak. Growing up under Gai-sensei had been detrimental
to his personality, and he seemed to not know how to act normally
around other people. His affections of her caused him to act even
less 'heroic' and more 'embarrassing' than she could imagine.

But
she'd seen the pain, the tears in his eyes, his injured body and
soul—perhaps with a hand she could hold him up.

It
wasn't until she'd found a broken, beaten, bloody Sasuke
returning to them in the middle of the night that she'd realized
she'd grown used to providing other people comfort even if it made
her twitch.

The
boy had needed it; he'd clung to her as though she were the last
person on earth he could trust. His tears dried on her shoulder,
blood on her shirt; he fell asleep in her arms and despite the urge
she felt to turn away and leave him alone, she felt compelled to
stay, to soothe him, to ensure him that he was alright and he was
safe.

Public
displays of affection had never been her forte. Such conduct was
unacceptable.

"Sakura,
what are you doing?"

She
ignored his whispered question and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The
young woman pressed his body up against him, and, confused, the Copy
ninja complied by slowly sliding an arm around her back. It other
raised and brushed against her face, trying to see her face.

She
shook away the tears that threatened to leak from her eyes. "You're
okay. . .! I was s-s-so so worried!" Her arms tightened as she
spoke, voice breaking. "I was so. . . I couldn't. . .—"

The
man closed his eyes, sighing as he tugged her closer and pressed his
masked lips against her lips to silence her, breathing in her love,
her warmth, the way she felt and fitted against him. She pressed
against his touch, fed on it, unable to even focus on anything but
the way his hands and lips were on her body.

"I'm
sorry, Kakashi," she whispered, pulling back momentarily to notice
they'd drawn a small crowd of ninja and civilians at the gates.

"It's
okay. I'm okay. Don't apologize." He kissed her again
quietly, smirking against her lips. "You should greet me like this
every mission."'

The
stares, the glances, the furrowed brows—it didn't matter. None
of this was proper, but she laughed through her tears and tugged his
mask down, using her hands to block his face from view as she pressed
her lips against his again. Everything faded until it was just her
and him and the way he made her feel. A hug, a kiss, a look, a
glance; it was love and who cared for the rules when her body totally
and completely agreed with her.

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